Over the 5 years I’ve been doing this blog, I’ve learned nothing. Though, I think it is pretty safe to say that no matter what you say, someone will be offended by what you say. You talk about Father’s Day, someone chews you up and spits you out. Talk bad about cats, someone tells you that a cat saved their life and how dare you. Talk about traffic and highways get offended and write you hate mail. Thankfully, I’ve learned to just brush off all the hate mail from highways, even though they wrote some very hurtful things.
So I’m going to go against all the good advice that I’ve ever gotten and talk about the holidays. I, just like most every other human and some animals on the planet, have a family. Some live here, others live other places and some of them are coming here. With families come logistical nightmares. I never got a degree from Fedex University in logistics, so I fail pretty hard when it comes to organizing when, where, why and how adult and children people are supposed to spend two freaking days on a calendar. I used to like Christmas when it was all about me getting lots of presents without having to pay for most of them, and having little guilt about the season being about giving and helping people.
Nowadays, it is all about making sure this person is at this house, and this family member is at this event and who is picking up this person at this airport.
It is my Christmas wish that instead of being home for the holidays, we get a dome for the holidays, in which we all get mini domes implanted over our heads, and we get to see things transpire (if we want. darkened domes available for a little extra), but we won’t be able to hear others. Of course, the dome is soundproof, so we don’t need to worry about hearing that person yell at us. That way when we get that extra large TV, tablet, phone, video game or console or new whatever, we can enjoy it quietly, and without bitterruption.
I mean, isn’t that what the holiday stands for anyway? Peace on earth and good wifi for all men?
Here’s to you and yours that you may have all the Silent Nights you’ve been singing about.
Bitter Dome for the Holidays Ben